White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes Novels & Stories

she asked no one in particular. The excitement in her voice was palpable. She opened her gloved hand and caught snowflakes, peering down at the tiny bits of frozen blue water. “They’re not like home. These are like small pale-blue leaves in miniature shape.” “Yes. Things here are not like Earth,” Brecc said. Her intense gazing of the snowflakes dissolving in her hands coupled with the smile on her face encouraged him and Eros. He hoped she liked the mountains. “It’s still so beautiful,” she muttered. “So very different and beautiful.”

Winter looks down at me, smiling as he releases my hand. “Where are we going?” I ask, the warm breeze kissing my skin as we walk past all the bright wildflowers. The sun's beams brighten the surroundings, creating a whimsical atmosphere reminiscent of a fairy-tale. Winter gives me a playful wink, his ocean blue eyes framed by thick black lashes. I don't understand how it's fair that their things are longer than mine. “You’ll find out,” he teases as I smile back, laughing nervously. His eyes heat for a moment, flashing orange of his wolf as he stares at my bare legs.

Her body was lying on the snow and the more I tried to go closer to her, the breeze kept pushing me backwards. I screamed for her to wake up. But there was no response. And that’s when I noticed it. The red on the white. Her blood on the white snow. I screamed and ran finally by her side. Her head was bleeding as it had hit a big rock. I cried sitting next to her calling her name. My hands were starting to freeze now and so was my whole body. I could barely talk. I started to feel numb.

I entered the room and approached the transparent walls to confirm if the villa was indeed built near a bridge. I opened one of the doors and stepped onto the balcony. A gust of chilly wind greeted me. It was freezing outside, with snowflakes falling and covering the beach in ice. The atmosphere was dim, as if rain was about to pour, but there were no signs of rain—it was the effect of the snow. I wrapped my arms around myself, seeking warmth, as I stood outside. Every breath I exhaled was visible in the snowy air. I felt a presence behind me, but I didn't turn around. The temperature was too low, freezing even the silent tears that streamed down my face.

“Here, give me your hand.” In the long silence that followed, it seemed as though only the falling snow outside was alive. “Why are you crying? Does it hurt?” “It’s fine.” A pause. “It’s… too deep. Pull back a little.” By now, the guards’ faces were entirely crimson. Snowflakes drifted down in thick flurries, blanketing everything—the streets, the palace, the entire divine realm in white. After another long stretch of waiting, the white bedding at the foot of the bed began to move slowly, rhythmically.

almost frozen. Narrowing his eyes, Kieran watched Narrah's pale face turn paler, almost white as paper. Her hand holding the windowsill has turned white from her tight grasp. Even Viddar and Nuallan were on their feet upon seeing Narrah's unusual predicament. Back outside, Erra's throat constricted painfully as the flake got nearer to the ground. Silence filled the entire highland as they await uncertainty. It has been a complicated puzzle for everyone for having only one snowflake for the Alpha's birthday. A phenomenon that is new to all of them.

she whispered, her voice shaking, "how about I try to... put it to sleep for you?" ​I froze, my brow furrowing in confusion. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Snow White?" ​She hesitated, her face turning a shade of red I didn't think was possible. She took a deep breath and whispered, "I... I can try using my mouth." ​

Her little pajamas rustled with every hop. She stared up at the sky with sparkling eyes, hoping for more snowflakes to fall. A tiny breath puffed from her mouth like mist. Deep down, she knew her mother would scold her if she got caught out here, whispering that she’d catch a cold but the magic of the snow was too tempting. One delicate flake landed on her tiny nose. “Heehee!” Rosa squealed loudly, rubbing it off with her mitten-like hand, then turned to her teddy.

My ribs scream with every breath, and even my teeth ache from the cold that has long since seeped into the marrow of my bones. I keep moving—because stopping means death. Or worse. I tell myself I chose this. That I didn’t flee—I vanished. A difference that only matters to the dead parts of me I’m too afraid to bury. But even lies lose their power in the cold. My knees give out. I collapse into the snow with a dull thud, breath heaving in ragged bursts. The world feels muted here. Soft. A white silence drapes itself over me like a funeral shroud. For a moment, I let myself go limp. The snow is gentle. Almost kind.

I think. I kept a slow, minimum-breathing pace. And after what felt like years, I was finally able to pry my eyes open. Snow pours down on me. Nothing but sad gray clouds and tall, dark silhouettes of trees crowded my vision. Winter came sooner than I expected. I am outside, left alone in this cold ground. I did my best to move, but ended coughing out blood. My lips started to quiver, as did my whole body. Breathing is the only consolation I have at this time.